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Chapter 33 � In a Cave by the Seashore

Harry walked down a narrow path
that curved around a gentle, grassy slope.� Ahead he saw a low-walled, stone
bridge over a clear brook.

He looked down and was surprised
to see a small adder wrapped around his forearm.� Apparently that was the only
thing he was wearing.

Nudity didn�t bother Harry
anymore, but he didn�t want anyone he encountered on the road to be
uncomfortable.

�A nice, summer weight robe might
be nice.� He said to no one in particular.

To his left a glowing cloud of
what looked like swarming gnats settled on the grass in the outline of a silk
robe, like a kimono.

It was emerald green, his
favorite color and shade.

Shrugging, he pulled on the robe
and belted it loosely, leaving his chest bare to the warm sun.� The adder
squeezed his arm.

�Nagini?�

�Yesss.�

�How do you feel?�

�Warm.�

�There are tall grassesss by the
road here; I�ll bet there will be mice.�

�Later, perhapsss, now I�m warm.�

As Harry neared the stone bridge
he saw two familiar looking people.

�Dad?� Mum?�

He ran to the bridge and into the
open arms of his parents.� The parents he�d loved forever but barely knew.

James Potter gathered his son
into a fierce hug and said, �We�re so proud of you, son.�

�Mum?�

�I�m the part of your mum that
stayed behind to keep your dad out of trouble.�

�Um, aren�t you also Astarte?�

She looked at her husband and
said, �Didn�t I tell you he was clever, that�s from my side of the family don�t
cha� know.�

�Hey, I�ve been watching too,
y�know.�

�So, you�ve both been watching
me, all the time?� What about when I�m, um. . .�

�Rutting like a stoat with two or
three women at a time?�

�Um, yeah.�

�It�s a bit hard to explain,�
Lily said, �the short answer is yes, but watching you having relations with
your wives just doesn�t have any affect us, it�s like a program running on the
telly, in the background.� When you do something exceptional, like releasing
the tortured spirit of this gentle creature,� she touched Nagini, who had just
stuck her head out of his sleeve, �or give us our beautiful grandchildren, that
we are drawn to watch you.�

�Of course, it doesn�t hurt that
your birds are so easy on the eyes.�

Lily popped him on the back of
the head, �Prat!� I�m trying to make our son feel less self-conscious here.�
And its brides, not birds!� I�ll not have you maligning our
daughters-in-law like that.�

�It�s alright, Mum.� Dad, Astarte
has pretty well cured me of any inhibitions I might have had by now.� Feel free
to watch.�

He looked around, �Where are we?�

�These are the Elysian Fields.�
The place all souls pass through on the way to their next great adventure.�

�And I�m here because?�

�Nagini was the Dark Lord�s
familiar, albeit an unwilling one.� His last bit of soul was tethered to her.� When
you used that curse, the same one that killed your father and me, on Nagini, it
severed the last link to Riddle�s fragmented essence.� Your little friend here
shared all that was left of Voldemort�s viable soul.� His magic reached out and
took back the last remaining soul piece, without which he can�t function.� The
soul piece he�d accidentally left in you, Harry.�

�So . . . I�m no longer a
Horcrux?�

�Told you he was clever.�

�And Nagini?�

�You used the Avada Kedavra
on her in the way it was originally intended.�

�I�m sorry?�

�That spell was invented by
Merlin himself as a way to painlessly ease a loved one�s passing.� When it�s
performed with love and compassion, as yours was, it is the kindest act of
all.�

�So Nagini?�

�Will be right here when you come
back this way, son.�

Saying this Lily reached out to
let the small adder crawl onto her arm where she coiled around to form a living
bracelet.

�I don�t suppose you can give me
any hints on how to defeat Riddle?�

�Ask us anything.� James offered.

�Is he mortal?�

�Yes.�

�If he dies, will he stay dead?�

�His current body and spirit,
yes.�

�His current body?� Harry asked,
frustrated, then he remembered something Bella had asked him.

�What if we weren�t the first �originals,�
what if there are others?�

�So the current Tom Riddle is a
homunculus?�

�That�s my boy.� James said, placing
a patronizing hand on Lily�s shoulder.

�Oh yeah, because wizards are
known to be so logical,� she huffed, �need I remind you that you
couldn�t begin to �connect the dots� unless they were numbered.�

As much as Harry enjoyed
listening to his parents kvetch, he had to know, �Can you tell me where his
original is?�

�There is a cave by the seashore
. . .�

Lily described the location and
the dangers surrounding the cavern that contained young Riddle�s original self.

�I�m still a bit confused, if
you�re here, then how

can Astarte be in the physical world.�

�I was Astarte made flesh, but
her spirit is immortal, it is her goddess form that is with you in the
corporeal world.�

�So Mother, Daughter and Spirit,
our own Trinity?�

Lily kissed her son and said,
�Oh, and remember, you are separated from her direct blood-line by seventy six
generations so, when she visits you in your dreams, feel free to do whatever
comes to mind, trust me, she won�t mind.� In fact, she tells me she�s getting a
bit frustrated by your, how did she put it, �inhuman and unconscionable restraint�.�

�Okay, Mum, I won�t tease our Goddess
in the future.�

Harry sighed, �I suppose I have
to go back now?�

Lily laughed the same laugh that
Harry had heard from Astarte, and said, �Son of mine, you could stay here a
hundred years, skip through the grass, talk to passers by and no time at all
will have passed in the physical world.�

James added, �And by the same
token, if you live to be three hundred, and then come back to us, it will be,
to us, as if no time has passed.� These fields are timeless in the sense
that time really has no meaning here.�

Harry made himself comfortable on
the stone wall and stroked Nagini�s head, �Tell my how you two met.�

The family spent the next week,
Elysian time, catching up.� Harry was loath to leave, but knew he�d have to
sooner or later.� Later would be harder so he hugged both his parents and
placed a tender kiss on the top of Nagini�s head saying, �I�m ready now.�

He wasn�t at all surprised to
open his eyes and find himself in the Hospital wing at Hogwarts in his old bed.

Poppy sat in an uncomfortable
looking wooden chair furiously working two sets of knitting needles, one in her
hands and another that hovered in the air before her mimicking her every move.

�Poppy?� he managed to croak out.

Lady Megan was already at his
bedside, helping him sit up.

�How long?� he asked his witch,
feeling like someone had poured sand down his throat.

�Three days,� his young Witch
replied, �Poppy has been frantic.�

The school matron let out a
breath and said �Take over,� to the knitting needles in her fingers, then
walked away from them as they continued to knit unattended.

Stepping up to the bedside she
took his hand and said, �Harry James Potter, I pledge my life, my magic, all
that I am or will ever be to the house of Potter, so mote it be.�

�Water?� he managed to rasp out.

Lady Megan tipped a small beaker
of refreshing liquid into Harry�s welcoming mouth � it tasted of warm honey and
lemon.

Clearing his throat he said,
�Poppy Brigid Pomfrey, I accept your oath and ask you, Witch and first healer
of the Coven of the Four Houses, will you consent to take my name, share my
future, my fortune and my follies for as long as we walk upon this Earth?�

The nurse leaned forward to kiss
Harry tenderly, �With all my heart, milord, I will.�

A pulsing, violet sphere engulfed
the kissing couple, and when it faded a simple gold ring shone on the third
finger of Poppy�s left hand.

Harry leaned back from his newest
brides soft lips and whispered, �Expecto Patronum.�

A massive, glowing, white-gold
stag appeared in the center of the room.� He hadn�t touched either of his wands.

�Please have Minerva join us as
soon as possible.�

The stag nodded and clopped off
to the Deputy Headmistress�s office.

Poppy smiled and said, �I think I
could do one of those right about now.�

�Give it a go.�

Happy thoughts, happy
thoughts, oh yes, �Expecto
Patronum!�

Silvery mist poured out of her wand�s
tip, which slowly coalesced into the form of a flaming, winged serpent.

Minerva entered the infirmary and
marveled at the patronus.

�I�ve never seen one with that
form before, is it yours, Megan?�

Megan, equally awestruck by the
powerful apparition pointed timidly to the school nurse.

�Poppy?�

The nurse, shocked as anyone in
the room, nodded.

Minerva was one of three mages in
the castle who could cast the diagnostic Heizeman Latency spell.� And did so.

�Poppy, you are nine-five on the
latency scale.�

�No, there must be a mistake; all
medical mages are measured annually.� I�ve been a consistent three-four for twenty-one
years, one full mark above squib.�

Megan interrupted, �Lady Minerva,
Lady Poppy, all of Harry�s Witches test at ten-aught, plus or minus point-five.

�Lady Hermione and Lady Luna test
at ten-five or ten-six, depending on the time of month.�

�I�ve read about this,� Minerva
said, �in any female organization, all the witches will average out so that
none are more powerful than their most dominant, which is to say the most
powerful witch.� Usually that means a dampening of power; this is the first
time I�ve ever heard of coven sisters strengthening each other.�

�I think it�s more a question of
all the Coven Witches being able to draw from the same well, as it were.� Another
manifestation of sympathetic magic.�

�Yeah, and I�ve noticed that we
all have our �monthlies� at the same time.� Megan groused.

Minerva pulled Poppy by the elbow
to her private office, �Poppy, don�t you realize what this means?�

The nurse smiled, �Oh yes, I plan
to take the Rejuvenation Curse, but I have one or two things to attend to
first.�

�What is that?� Minnie asked.

Poppy wandlessly, wordlessly
summoned her knitting.� Holding up one pink booty she said, �Amphia and,�
holding the other �Zethia.�

Minerva pulled her into a tight
embrace, �I�m so happy for you, when did you know?�

�Just this morning, I�ve been on
pins and needles waiting for Harry to recover enough to tell him, he just woke
up and summoned you straight away.�

The two Coven Witches returned to
Harry�s bedside and listened intently to the revelations from beyond the grave.

�So someone, we don�t know who,
preserved Tom Riddle�s body more than fifty years ago?�

�Oh, we know who,� Harry turned
to the small portrait of Armando Dippet, �don�t we, sir?�

The wizard who had been
headmaster before Dumbledore sighed and nodded.

�Let me try to explain.

�Tom Riddle was in Fifth Year and
wanted to do a project for his Charms OWL.� His advisor was Cyrus Smythe, the
Charms professor who preceded Filius Flitwick.

�He�d done a great deal of
research and proposed the formation of a homunculus.� He�d already produced the
required materials; transfigured eggs, fertilized with his own sperm and ready
to place in a host mother, a jackal.

�I was uncomfortable with the
ritual, which bordered on dark, but Smythe was so enthusiastic in his support
that I let them go on with it.�

The old Headmaster slumped in his
painted chair, �The last I�d heard, the homunculus hadn�t formed and the
experiment was abandoned.�

�But?� Harry prompted.

�But after everything had been
dismantled, I couldn�t help noticing that young Riddle had become, cold,
aloof.� He�d come a long way since his first year, he had friends, enjoyed the
company of his fellows, but afterward?� He wasn�t the same outgoing, gregarious
boy he�d grown into before the experiment.� And where he�d made friends in all
four houses before, he began shunning all those save for a few sycophantic
Slytherins.�

�Tom Riddle never did become Lord
Voldemort,� Harry said, �All this time we�ve been fighting a homunculus, a
Frankenstein�s experiment gone terribly wrong.�

)O(

Harry stood on the bluff above
the cave, his broomstick in his hand.� Astarte stood sure-footed as a mountain
goat on his shoulder.� Padma and Su stood with him, while Viper Squadron looked
on, disappointment evident in all their faces.

�We�ve been briefed on this.�
We�ve got to keep a low profile for as long as we can, once we�re through the
door and in the inner chamber you can all come in, single file.

�Be prepared to burn anything that
moves, the inferi are already dead and won�t feel the flames, but will avoid
them anyway.

�It�s going to be the stuff of
nightmares in there, if any of you want to back out, no one will think less of
you.�

Every Coven Witch crossed her
arms and scowled at the thought of abandoning Harry at this juncture.

�Remember, always remember, I
love you.� He caressed Astarte�s shoulder with his finger and said, �All
of you.�

�� I don�t suppose I can get you to stay
with my Vipera, Goddess?�

�� She smiled, pointed to herself and said,
�Immortal, remember?�

Turning to Padma and Su he said,
�Mount up, let�s fly.�

With Harry at the point the trio
did a perfect arrow-head formation loop and disappeared into the mouth of the
cave.

�That water looks freezing.�
Padma observed.

�Yeah, and apparently Riddle�s
clone didn�t think to use a broom, he swam into the cave.�

�Wanker.� Su snickered.

�No argument from me,� Harry
agreed, �who in their right mind would want to jump into that?�

They touched down on the wide
ledge, well above the tide-line and shrunk their brooms.

Harry stretched his senses and
soon �felt� the entrance.� Pulling the stopper on the first of two small,
blood-filled vials he sprinkled the wall, which opened up to the inner cave.�
Although �cave� was a poor description. Subterranean cathedral was more like
it, with a domed ceiling, high above a lagoon that glowed with an eerie
luminescence.

They followed another wide ledge,
past an invisible chain, to another door.

Blood wouldn�t work on this door;
Harry had to produce the other sample that Padma had been only too glad to help
him collect.

Sprinkling the wall with his
hour-old ejaculate was just too funny for words.

�Now when I call him the �Dark
Wanker� I�ll know I�m being literal.�

The doorway opened up but no one
tried to enter.� Instead Harry levitated a bleached, white inferi from the
subterranean lagoon and floated it into the cave within the cave.

Cutting curses, blasting hexes
and at least three AKs later the smoking husk of an inferi stumbled out to fall
back into the water.

Harry set a displacement charm on
himself, Astarte and his two ladies, then cautiously stepped into the inner
cavern.

There was a sarcophagus, exactly
the same as the ones that had held his beloved Bella and Cissy.� This one would
hold a young Tom Riddle.

He slid the lid off the stone
coffin and peered inside.� The green line of a time-delayed AK split the air
where his image was.� That was the nature of the displacement charm, curses
would be aimed at where he was perceived to be, but wasn�t.

�Mobilicorpus!� he intoned
and floated the sleeping boy from his tomb.

The sound of water running off a
hundred pairs of bare, wet feet slapping the coarse rock of the outer cave let
them know that the dead who guarded Voldemort�s deadliest secrets had been
roused.

�Grab onto Tom, we�ll portkey
out.�

But their emergency portkeys
didn�t work.

�Keep holding him, I�ll phase us
out!�

Harry called up the sensation of
surfing ambient magic, but all the magic was confined to the water and its
rotting horrors.

�Damn!�

Three huge, decomposing forms of
indeterminate gender crowded the only entryway to the inner cavern.

�Inflamare!� Su shouted.� Lady Su
was well known for her skill with fire spells.

Soaked in cold, salt water as
they were, the inferi still burst into flames as their room-temperature bodies
suddenly shot to nearly a thousand degrees, Celsius.

Harry�s wandless banisher,
supplemented by the ire of his goddess, drove chunks of flaming corpse into the
water, torching other inferi as they shuffled toward the entrance.

�We can�t burn them all, Harry,
that much fire will use up all our oxygen!�

When you can�t win a game, try
upsetting the board.

Harry pulled his shrunken broom
from within his cloak and returned it to its normal size.� Padma and Su did the
same.� Carefully balancing Tom over his broom-straw and with Astarte�s
judicious application of a sticking charm he called out, �Mount up!�

�Give me a clear path to the
water!�

Su sent a white hot column of
flame through the opening, followed by Padma�s and Harry�s combined banishers.

�Go!�

Harry and his witches streaked to
the air above the water.

�Over here you brainless
zombies!� Harry called out.

�What�s a �zahm-bee�?� Su asked.

Padma shrugged her shoulders.

The inferi sensed their prey was
back on or near the water, so they all staggered back into the black briny depths.

�That was too easy, and I don�t
trust easy, lets see if we can make it to the door and out.�

As they flew toward the opening
it seemed to get farther and farther away.

�It�s not receding, it�s
closing!� Padma yelled.

Harry pulled the half-full vial
of blood from his pocket and banished it toward the opening only to have it
shatter at the last second on the stone-tough head of a dead troll rising from
the water.

�Christ, what is it with
this guy and trolls?�

The entrance was nearly
completely closed when suddenly the opening filled completely with ice.� Super
cold ice that appeared to crawl over the limestone around the entrance then
onto the rocks where the troll inferi stood.� The spreading ice absorbed the
troll�s feet and moved upward to swallow up the rotting mountain of flesh.� The
icing didn�t stop till the inferi froze solid, a three meter tall troll-cicle.

�Fly high, Ladies, I have a bad
feeling about this!�

A chorus of �Bombardia maxima!�
and the opening reappeared with explosive force, completely shattering the monumental
inferi as if it�d been made of glass.

�Goddamn Fucking Trolls!�
Pansy shrieked, �C�mon Harry!�

�All roit, Pansy, let�s fly!�

Harry and his Ladies blew through
the opening at top speed as the Vipera laid down covering fire,
banishing, slicing, burning and blasting anything that moved.� Pansy was the
last to pull back, hoping to blast another �Goddamn stinking turd of a
troll!�

)O(

The group stood around the hospital
bed where fifteen-year-old Tom Marvolo Riddle, the original, lay in an
enchanted sleep.

Astarte sat cross-legged on the
brass headboard, �I�ll get him out, shouldn�t be any trouble getting him to
fuck me while I�m in his dreams, but someone will have to, um, stimulate his
conscious body.�

�I�ll do it.� Somebody gasped.

Everyone turned to see Ginny
Weasley, out of breath having run all the way from the Gryffindor Tower, leaning against the doorframe.
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